A woman in her twenties squeezed a round fan in her hand, came out of the house and sat on a bamboo chair.

Mr. Wen took care of the woman carefully, with bright eyes, beautiful appearance, temperament... It can be considered elegant. If you dress up again... it's not bad! The clothes are a little worn, and there is a hole in the shoes...

The woman shook the round fan and looked very comfortable. When the old woman saw the woman, she complained louder, "...I can't even eat! Why are you still poor? Xiaosuo can't come to wash vegetables!"

"My mother!" the woman shouted loudly, and then ordered Xiaosuo, "Why isn't you fumigating mugwort? Go and light the mugwort and fan it with a palm-leaf fan, so that the smoke will not smoke it."

When the woman ordered Xiaosuo, a weak voice came from the room, "Madam Wang, please say a few words. Sister Ying is so lucky. Just a bowl of noodles. You will have to work hard... Cough cough cough..."

"I'm not afraid of hard work! I've eaten this bowl of noodles today, what are you going to eat tomorrow? There's no penny at home! Your medicine has been broken for more than a month!" Madam Wang shouted in the room while wiping her tears.

"...Well, tomorrow... you used my hairpin as..." The voice in the room became even lower and weaker.

"That hairpin..." Madam Wang wiped her tears repeatedly, "Only this hairpin is left. What else can I eat after eating the hairpin? As I said, do some needlework... you are spoiled with the girl..." Madam Wang's complaints gradually became more intense than her voice, and she couldn't hear clearly.

Sitting on the bamboo chair, Ying Jie'er was still free, as if she was a deaf man. She didn't hear any words from Madam Wang and Madam, nor did she see the tears of Madam Wang wiped it. In other words, Madam Wang did not exist in her eyes.

Master Wen Er raised his hand and signaled Kong Da to help him down, and exhaled gently, "Try this, where is Lu Fu? Have you arranged it?"

"It was said that it was arranged." Kong Dada put the table back, followed Master Wen to go back to the inn.

In that dilapidated courtyard, Qu Chunying, a girl from the Qu family, shook the round fan, caught a cold, ate the noodles, and only returned to the house to rest until late at night, and slept until the sun was three times before getting up the next day. She sat on the bed, waited for Xiaosuo to bring in warm water, twisted the veil for her, Miss Qu wiped her face carefully, soaked her hands in warm water, soaked the warm water once again, and soaked the newly-lifted cold water again. This is the method she saw in the book. She said that it was so hot and cold that it was soaked several times a day, and her hands would be moist, white and tender, and delicate and tight.

After soaking four or five times, Miss Qu carefully wiped her hands and began to apply balm fine powder to the bronze mirror. She applied it again. She looked at her broken face in front of the mirror with satisfaction and her tender hands like newly pinched water onions.

Madam Wang's complaints kept coming from outside. Girl Qu seemed to ignore it, and only focused on applying the grease and powder. Finally, it was very smooth. She looked back at the clothes Xiaosuo brought. Just as she was about to frown, she quickly raised her hand and pressed it between her eyebrows, smoothing the frown between her just now. She didn't want to be like Ah Niang, with such a deep Sichuan character locked between her eyebrows, which looked like a miserable appearance!

After changing her clothes, it has been an hour since she got up.

"Go and tell Madam Wang, fry me an egg, and then serve a bowl of rice oil, at noon..." Miss Qu thought for a while, "steam a fish for me."

"There is no rice at home." Xiaosuo muttered.

"Didn't my mother say that she's taking the hairpin as you, you didn't hear it yesterday?" Miss Qu's eyes slanted with Xiaosuo. Xiaosuo didn't say anything anymore. She came out of the yard and told Madam Wang about Miss Qu's words.

"Is Mrs. Qu at home?" A greeting came from outside the courtyard gate that was broken and stopped the gentleman and not the villain. Madam Wang sighed, "It's Madam Ding? Madam Ding is here! Xiaosuo, go and help the wife up, Matchmaker Ding is here!" Madam Wang took two steps at a time, ran over and opened the courtyard gate, and asked Matchmaker Ding to enter the house with great politeness.

Matchmaker Ding came in because she could only be the marriage of her girl. This was a great joy!

Next door, in the place yesterday, the leaves were much denser. Master Wen was hiding behind the tree, staring at matchmaker Ding who was entering the door, Madam Wang who was so warm that she was flattering, and Madam Qu who looked out with the curtain lifted.

"Oh, your yard is so comfortable, shade and comfortable!" Matchmaker Ding stood in the yard and praised, "I'm so bored in the house. This yard is so comfortable, your wife should come out to breathe often. Let's talk in this yard, how great!"

"In this yard, my girl sprinkles water every day. Madam Ding looks at my girl. How great! My girl is a serious scholarly family, everyone! Our master is a serious scholar!" Madam Wang didn't care about her, but she was very enthusiastic about her girl.

"But that." Matchmaker Ding spoke in a long voice, "Help your wife come out, and you girls, let's talk in this yard." Matchmaker Ding made a decision for Mrs. Qu without hesitation.

"Cultivation!" Madam Wang was not bad, "Xiao Suo, help the wife out, and the madam said she was not good, but the girl was not easy to come out. Our family has a scholarly family. Although she is poor, she is also a wealthy family."

"Haha, that's not." Matchmaker Ding dragged the broken chair and sat first. As soon as she sat firmly, Xiaosuo helped the thin old woman come out. The old woman's hands subconsciously took a mess in front of her. It seemed that her eyes were blind.

Madam Wang hurriedly dragged the bamboo chair over and put it next to Matchmaker Ding. Xiaosuo helped Mrs. Qu sit down. Madam Qu faced the gate of the courtyard and greeted him with a smile, "It's Madam Ding."

"Come and see the wife!"

Hearing the voice of matchmaker Ding, Mrs. Qu turned around and turned her head, and she was really facing matchmaker Ding.

"By the way, tell my wife a good thing." Matchmaker Ding took the herbal tea handed over by Madam Wang, glanced at it, and handed it back to Madam Wang.

"That's right. Your family is a scholarly family and a wealthy family. The wife said she wanted to be a good family. The man's family must be a scholar, talented and has good character. In short, everything must be good. Your girl said she would not marry a poor family. To be honest, let alone our Qingyang Town, it is a man of Taiping Mansion..."

Matchmaker Ding laughed dryly, "With such a character, the family is rich in money, but there are some, but they also pay attention to the right match."

"Our master is a juren, our family is a scholarly family, and a wealthy family. Although we are poor now, we were very rich in the past, and we were a good match!" Madam Wang continued anxiously.

Matchmaker Ding giggled, "How many dowry can your girl prepare? How can she get married without a dowry?"

Madam Wang was choked by matchmaker Ding's words and tears were almost over. Isn't her girl just short of dowry?
Chapter completed!